Rebirth of the Entertainment Grandmaster

After Yu Yueqing finished speaking, he recited: "Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind came and blew away suddenly, and the water below the Wanghu Tower was like the sky."

As soon as Yu Yueqing read this poem, Ye Tang's mouth opened wide. It's unbelievable. Comrade Yu Yueqing, you are so awesome.

Unexpectedly, Yu Yueqing is really a talented woman!

Ye Tang's eyes almost popped out of his head in surprise.

This poem by Yu Yueqing also describes the situation of boating on the lake. During the boat trip, there was a heavy rain. Look at the sentence "white raindrops jumped into the boat". The word "jump" is really amazing. It is the finishing touch.

Yu Yueqing's poem instantly set off the atmosphere at the scene. Everyone turned their heads to look at her, especially Hua Fang and Wu Mu. They were so surprised that they could swallow a big duck egg.

The description of this poem was quite grand, and it was hard to tell that it was written by a woman. This poem was almost as good as the one written by the two of them, and could be passed down from generation to generation. Both of them nodded to Yu Yueqing to express their appreciation.

Of course the poem was excellent. Mr. Shui Qing clapped his hands and praised: "Good poem, good poem. The word "jump" really conveys the meaning. What's your name?"

"Yu Yueqing, thank you Mr. Shui Qing for your compliment."

Yu Yueqing's eyes widened as she smiled, and Mr. Shui Qing smiled and said: "You are really a woman, and when I see you, I feel that I am getting old and can't keep up with the times. Very good, very good, the three of you."

They are all very good, so I feel relieved that poetry, literature and Chinese studies finally have a successor."

Mr. Shui Qing sighed, feeling extremely happy. The three of them had great literary talents. Although the three poems were not masterpieces, they were extremely rare masterpieces. They should be recorded and handed down to the world as masterpieces.

After asking someone to record the three poems, Mr. Shui Qing frowned and said: "The three poems are all excellent works. It's hard to distinguish between them. This..." There is only one painting, so it can't be divided into three, right?

Seeing that Mr. Shui Qing was a little embarrassed, Ye Tang was about to interrupt and say that he could just draw a few more pictures, but he didn't expect Wu Mu to speak suddenly. Wu Mu said: "Mr. Shui Qing, there is no need to be embarrassed. The three of us can compete again."

, give it to anyone whose poem is good."

Wu Mu had his own little plan in mind. The three poems were all excellent works, but were good lines so easy to come by? He had spent a long time deliberating on his own poem before finalizing it. He did not believe that the two of them could produce any other excellent works.

Wu Mu looked at Yu Yueqing and said, "I wonder if Miss Yu agrees with Wu's proposal?" This woman is so beautiful. Wu Mu admired her in his heart and wanted to show off in front of her.

Yu Yueqing glanced at Wu Mu and saw that he always stared at her face. She frowned slightly and said, "I have no objection."

Wu Mu smiled, looked at Hua Fang again, and asked his opinion. Hua Fang was slightly embarrassed. Good poems are rare. In fact, his poems have been drafted in his mind for a long time. If he wants to have another poem with the word "水山"

Excellent articles are simply as difficult as reaching heaven.

But a loser does not lose the battle. How can one easily admit defeat before hearing the opponent's poems? He said: "Okay, you guys go first. I don't have any good verses for the moment. I need to think about it carefully." Hua Fang is quite upright.

If there are no poems in the belly, there is nothing.

Seeing that the three of them wanted to compete again, Mr. Shui Qing stroked his beard and smiled and said, "In that case, it's up to you." In fact, he was ready to say that he would draw one for each of the three, but since Wu Mu proposed

Another round of competition, of course I would happily accept it.

The three of them are all talented and knowledgeable people. It would be a dream to have another masterpiece come out.

After Mr. Shui Qing spoke, Wu Mu was planning to be the first to recite a poem, but Ye Tang suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, I haven't written it yet."

What are these people so anxious about? He, a great master, hasn't even appeared yet.

Mr. Shui Qing, Hua Fang, Wu Mu, and everyone else were stunned, but when they saw that he was just a teenager, they all laughed.

Yu Yueqing also smiled. Can this kid stop messing around?

Mr. Shui Qing didn't pay attention. He only glanced at Ye Tang and then turned to Wu Mu and the others. Good poems are not easy to write. The young man could only make up the numbers. There was no need to listen to him.

Wu Mu glanced at Ye Tang, smiled contemptuously, and then looked at Yu Yueqing and read a poem, saying: "Looking at the half-green mountain outside the lake pavilion, the shadows of the beams across the water are also cold. When the traces are separated by the color of the grass, the crane is shocked to pieces

Jade absorbs the lantern."

Wu Mu read the second round of poems without any scruples. Ye Tang immediately turned pale. Damn, he was ignored and looked down upon.

Okay, if you don't do it, then don't do it. Let you get the hang of it first, and then I'll see if I'm not afraid of slapping you in the face.

Just watch the excitement first.

Wu Mu was the first to compose a poem. This poem included mountains and rivers, and also described the scenery of looking at the lake. As soon as his poem came out, Yu Yueqing and Hua Fang's expressions became ugly. This Wu Mu was so powerful.

Although this poem is half as good as the previous three, it is still an extremely rare masterpiece. After Yu Yueqing thought about it, it seemed that there was no poem in his mind that could compare with him.

Frowning her brows, Yu Yueqing said helplessly: "I give up."

It’s no good if you don’t admit defeat, you don’t have any good stuff in your belly, and you can only do this if you don’t give in.

Wu Mu smiled, looked at Hua Fang who was thinking hard on the side, and said, "Where are you, little brother?"

Hua Fang hasn't composed it yet, and this person is very talented. Wu Mu is not sure whether the other party will still have something in mind like him. This poem was actually written a long time ago and has never been published.

Wu Mu felt very proud, but he didn't expect that storing poems in his heart was really beneficial.

Hua Fang racked his brains for a long time but couldn't come up with a good poem, so he smiled bitterly and said, "I'll admit defeat too." He was a little less straightforward than Yu Yueqing.

Both opponents bowed their heads and admitted defeat. Wu Mu laughed loudly, looked at Hua Fang and said proudly: "Then I accept the concession. The painting belongs to me. In fact, your paintings are all good. Miss Yu, I don't know if you have any

Kong, how about having a casual meal together?" He also extended an invitation to Yu Yueqing.

"Wait a minute, I haven't done it yet." Wu Mu laughed loudly and reached out to pick up Mr. Shui Qing's painting with a proud expression. At this time, he suddenly heard someone talking and told him to wait a minute.

Wu Mu's outstretched hand suddenly froze, and he turned back in surprise. However, when he saw the boy who was still fifteen or sixteen years old, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. Whose kid is this? Why is he always so rude?

.

"Young man, you want to write a poem? What's your name?" Mr. Shui Qing smiled. He was ready to hand the painting to Wu Mu. Unexpectedly, the young man just said that he wanted to write a poem. He was not kidding him.

Are the old people happy?

In Mr. Shui Qing's opinion, even if this young man could compose poems, they would be far inferior to the four poems composed by the previous three people. It is okay to take it as a joke, but not seriously.

"Ye Tang," Ye Tang said. He was naturally the one to speak. He had been abandoned by Chi Guoguo in the first round. If he didn't make a move in this second and final round, he would really have no chance.

In addition, this person surnamed Wu always kept his eyes on Yu Yueqing, and even invited her to dinner, and he had a arrogant and pretentious look on his face. Ye Tang felt even more unhappy, so when he reached out his hand,

Then he interrupted loudly.

"Ye Tang, stop making trouble." Yu Yueqing touched Ye Tang's arm. What tricks does this brat want to play? Even if you are really good at composing poems, can you write better than Wu Mu?

Stop being embarrassed, okay!

"Kids, don't make trouble if you have nothing to do. It's better to go back and study hard and make progress every day before you come back!" In Wu Mu's opinion, this kid who always likes to jump out when nothing happens is just causing trouble on purpose, he said a little angrily.

Ignoring Yu Yueqing, Ye Tangchao said with a chuckle to Wu Mu: "Who needs to go back and study hard and make progress every day? Don't be ashamed first."

Hey, are you the only one who is so arrogant? How dare you look down on others? Why are you pretending? I'm not afraid of you being slapped in the face, and then I stomp on the ground.

Ye Tang didn't have a good impression of Wu Mu at all, and he had looked at him with contempt before.

"The toad yawned so loudly!" Wu Mu laughed angrily and said, "Then go ahead and do it. I want to see whether your poetry is better or your tone is better."

Wu Mu was quite disdainful. He only composed a good poem after holding it in his stomach for a long time. It would be a fantasy and impossible for this boy to write a better poem than him.

"The water on the West Lake was first born, and the overlapping spring mountains connected the county and city. I remember the boat carrying spring wine, and the shadows of flowers all over the body, listening to the singing of orioles."

Before the disdainful sneer on Wu Mu's face faded away, he heard Ye Tang reciting a poem. This poem was also about the West Lake. It has mountains and waters. He was immediately surprised, but it was still slightly better than his.

No, I was about to say that it was nothing more than that, but I didn’t expect that before I could say anything, the boy actually recited another song.

"The water of the West Lake is close to the sky, and the hibiscus and willows are scattered in the autumn smoke. How many mountains are there beside the lake? I live on each peak for a year."

Another song about the West Lake. This guy is pretty good. Wu Mu was very surprised.

But this is not over yet. After reading the two poems, Ye Tang did not give others a chance to comment at all, and continued: "Look at the full moon on the West Lake, and the thousands of mountains are haloed with green autumn mist. The water birds do not know where to stay at the second watch.

And fly up to Wanghu Pavilion."

It is actually another poem about the West Lake, and it has mountains and water.

Ye Tang read three poems by himself, all of which were masterpieces. Not to mention Wu Mu, who was extremely surprised, Mr. Shui Qing, Hua Fang, Yu Yueqing, and others all looked surprised, and Lin Wu also stared.

I can't believe it.

This little guy who was ignored in the first round seems to be very powerful!

But it's still not over yet.

Ye Tang raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and began to pace. He only paused for a moment and began to read again.

"The cold mountains are turning green, and the autumn water is gurgling. I lean outside the firewood gate and listen to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting at the end of the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins. It's time to get drunk again and sing wildly in front of the five willow trees."

"The stele on the cliff of Sushui is half green with moss. Who would come to this mountain for a spring outing? In the depths of the late smoke, there is a sound of pulao, and the monks are returning from the city.

I read two poems in succession. Although they are not about the West Lake, they still contain mountains and waters.

Ye Tang wrote down five poems in a row, all of which were new poems that he had never heard of before. Everyone present looked at each other, dumbfounded.

But I have to slap him in the face to the end, and I haven't come up with my trump card yet. I stopped reading poems at this time, but turned to Mr. Shui Qing and asked: "Mr. Shui Qing, you seemed to say at first that your poems were called 'Shui Shan'"

It starts with two characters, right?”

Mr. Shui Qing had been stunned for a long time. When Ye Tang asked, he woke up and said, "Yes... yes," he was already stammering.

"Well, that's good. I have another one here about the West Lake." Ye Tang said. After saying this, Ye Tang stood in front of Mr. Shui Qing's painting, looked at it twice, and gently touched the painting.

On the side, you don't need to read in a mellow voice: "The clear water is better when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always suitable to put on light makeup and heavy makeup."

boom……